Guide To the HE of the Former Female Supporting Role

In the early morning of the next day, in the green Shuhe courtyard, there was an annoying humming of cicadas.

Many maids and servants held tall net bags and walked lightly in the yard to catch cicadas.

The door of the main room in the courtyard was closed tightly, a row of maidservants in green clothes and a few boys in common clothes were waiting outside the door, waiting for the master inside to call.

Hongrui is now the big maid in Shuhe's courtyard, she speaks and does things with more weight than others, and the little maid next to her sees that it has passed the usual time for Lang Jun to get up, but before anyone is called in the house, she can't help but mutter, He was suppressed by Hongrui's gaze.

Their lady must have been tired last night, anyway, it is still early before the time to ask for peace, so it will not be a problem to let people rest for a while.

At this time, inside the house, the incense in the house had already been burned out, the bed was covered by the big red bed curtain, the shoes were a little messy at the foot of the bed, and a few crimson dresses were scattered on it.

Before Jingzhu opened her eyes, she used to paw and pull with her small hands. She remembered that the bedding on her bed was very soft, and it was very comfortable to sleep in her arms.

But today I don't know what happened, the outstretched hand seemed to be blocked by a wall, and I couldn't find my soft quilt no matter what.

She patted the wall angrily, trying to smash her into pieces, but the next moment she found that she couldn't move, and she heard a low-pitched chuckle beside her ear.

Jing Zhu opened her eyes in confusion, and was taken aback by the handsome man who was so close at hand.

Looking down, her eyes fell on the slightly open chest of the other party. Her hand was just there, and his wrist was still in his hand. Only then did she know where the place she just slapped was a wall.

Shen Qinghe woke up early in the morning, unlike in the past when he opened his eyes and went to morning exercises, now there was a fragrant and soft little thing on the bed, which made him yearn for the warmth of the bed.

Especially in the middle of the night, this sweet and soft little thing would take the initiative to get into his quilt like a kitten seeking warmth, holding his clothes tightly with his hands, and even putting his feet on his body.

Shen Qinghe was really surprised, he didn't expect his little lady's sleeping posture to be so cute.

Her unconscious little actions all night almost made him go against what he told her last night that she was still young and not in a hurry to consummate the house, and wanted her to be his veritable wife.

Fortunately, after holding her to sleep, she finally became more honest, while he simply closed his eyes and rested his mind all night.

It was not easy until the morning, when he was full of vigor, and was groped by his little lady again, Shen Qinghe couldn't hold back and grabbed her hand.

"This place is not good, madam, why don't you change it?"

Chen Qi's voice was indescribably hoarse, and Shen Qinghe's hand holding Jingzhu slowly tightened.

Jing Zhu was still confused at first, but then suddenly remembered the picture her mother had shown her, and immediately came to her senses.

She was startled, and subconsciously wanted to withdraw her hand. Someone held her five fingers tightly and refused to let go.

"You... you let go."

Jingzhu's cheeks were flushed, and she pulled her hands back to step back, but a big hand was hooked around her waist again, and she hugged her forward, their bodies were getting closer and closer.

Shen Qinghe didn't like her resisting him like this, they were obviously married, and they were supposed to be the closest people in the world.

He hugged her, holding her small hand with his big hand, leading her to adapt to him gently but irreversibly.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to hug you like this."

He stretched out his other hand to gently stroke her hair, and whispered to her, both lingering and comforting.

Jingzhu was so ashamed that she felt her whole body warmed up, and he whispered soft words to her one after another, as if mixed with a secret medicine that could make her whole body go soft, making her gradually become weak. I don't want to resist anymore.

Following his strength, without even needing his guidance, she was able to make him gasp.

Right next to her ear, Jing Zhu never knew that a man would behave like this.

And he's been there for too long, she's tired, he's still not well, Jing Zhao is a little angry, and can't help complaining in a low voice.

"Okay..." The man let out a deep breath, and quickly raised the chin of the person in his arms with his long fingers. His dark red lips slowly approached, and he couldn't help but grab her chin and kiss deeply, extending the strong and wanton kiss. Excitement.

As the master bedroom screamed, the maids who had been waiting outside the house for a long time came in one after another carrying the toiletries.

The faintly charming smell in the room made people blush and heartbeat, and all the maids watched carefully, not daring to look casually.

The bright red curtain was lifted, and Shen Qinghe was only wearing a white tunic. He didn't let the maids approach, but was handed a handkerchief soaked in water, and he wiped the white and tender palms of the person in his arms with his own hands. .

Shen Qinghe slightly lowered his head to look at the flushed palms, frowned slightly, then lifted Jingzhu's hand to his lips and kissed it.

"Why is it so tender? Does it hurt?"

Many people watched, Jing Zhu pulled back her hand a little uncomfortably, and said, "It doesn't hurt." It's not a knife, why would it hurt, it's just a little sore hand.

While the two were talking, an unfamiliar maid came over holding a wooden box. Jing Zhu didn't know what she meant, but Shen Qinghe casually took out a folded silk handkerchief from under the pillows of the two of them, and handed it to the two of them. That maid, that maid took it, put it in a wooden box and left.

Jingzhu also reacted at this time, subconsciously looked at Shen Qinghe and said, "That's..."

Shen Qinghe "hush" at her, Jing Zhao immediately fell silent.

If the mother-in-law knew that she hadn't consummated the house with her husband, she might be angry with her, but she didn't want him to have already thought of a way to deal with it.

Seeing her pondering, Shen Qinghe was afraid that she would think too much, so he hugged her shoulder and comforted her: "Don't think too much, I just feel that one more thing is worse than one less thing."

Jingzhu naturally didn't think too much, but leaned on his shoulder and said softly: "I know, thank you husband."

Hearing her say thank you, Shen Qinghe was not very happy, clasped his hands on her shoulders slightly, and said in a low voice, "Don't say thank you to me again, I should do anything for you."

Jingzhu didn't expect that just saying thank you would make him angry, but it's something to be happy about her husband being kind to her. She didn't have to go against him, so she smiled and said hello.

The family eats breakfast together, the Shen family has a simple relationship, Shen Qinghe is the only son, Master Shen does not have a concubine but Mrs Shen is the only one.

When Jing Zhu went to pay her respects to Mrs. Shen, she felt that Mrs. Shen was also very kind to her. She didn't feel that her mother-in-law was not pleasing to the bride's eyes at all. The words let Jingzhu completely erase the uneasiness of entering a new home for the first time.

Mrs. Shen said that she had to worship the Buddha every morning, so that Jingzhu didn't have to go to pay her respects every day, but just went to talk to her occasionally.

As for Mr. Shen, although most of the business in the firm is handed over to Shen Qinghe, the Shen family firm is spread all over the world, and there are still many businesses that are still managed by Mr. Shen, so there are very few Jingzhus running outside every day. see him.

Jing Zhu stayed in her own courtyard most of the time, since she married Shen Qinghe, she naturally lived with him in Shuhe Courtyard.

Shen Qinghe stayed with her at home most of the time, his idle appearance and the rumored young master of the Shen family firm who was vigorous, resolute, witty and decisive, seemed to be two people.

After a long time, even Jingzhu couldn't help asking him: "Is the business of the firm not doing well recently?"

If something happened to the Shen family, Jing Zhu, who was already Shen's wife, would naturally not stand idly by, but she was afraid that her husband would be embarrassed to talk to her because of face, so she asked this question.

When the Jing family got married, she was the only daughter in the family, and the dowry was full, including the betrothal gift given by the Shen family when they proposed marriage. It was a real red makeup.

People in Xiangliu who have seen this wedding said that it was the most luxurious wedding they had ever seen.

Therefore, Jingzhu is really rich, and if her husband is in trouble, she will not hesitate to take out her dowry to help.

When Shen Qinghe heard Jingzhu say that he could use part of the dowry to help him, he really didn't expect that just because he stayed with her for a while, his little lady would think that he was going bankrupt and couldn't afford to support her. The son-in-law of the daughter-in-law.

Face is one thing, the most important thing is the sincerity of his wife, he just teased her a little, saying: "I didn't expect my wife to see it so soon."

The other party dragged him back to the house without hesitation, and then rummaged through the boxes to find a very rich dowry list for him.

Shen Qinghe was naturally very moved in his heart, so he took the initiative to pick up the dowry list and looked at it carefully, and finally pretended to think deeply: "I see that something is missing from this list."

Jingzhu didn't understand what it meant, so she leaned over and asked, "Ah, what's missing?"

Shen Qinghe didn't say what was missing, only said to tell her the next day.

Jing Zhu didn't ask further, and really waited until the next day. When he opened his eyes, Shen Qinghe was no longer in bed. He was used to getting up early for morning exercises.

When Jing Zhu got up from the bed in a daze, just as she was about to call someone in, her hand touched a hard sandalwood box next to the pillow.

The box was as long as her pillow, and it looked very simple, with patterns of fairy peaches celebrating birthdays engraved on the four sides, and there was a buckle on the front, which was unlocked, so Jingzhu reached out and opened the box.

As soon as it was opened, there was a thick stack of bank notes full of large shares.

Jingzhu put the banknotes aside, and then found that there were some land deeds of farm shops, some in Xiangliu, some in other counties, and even the capital city of Luoyang.

Below are some jewelry bracelets, gold and silver leaves, a heavy box, and countless wealth.

Jingzhu was stunned for a moment, what is this for?

When Shen Qinghe came back from the morning exercise, he found that she was still dazed on the bed, and couldn't help but smiled and walked over and said, "What? You're so stupid."

Jingzhu was so distracted by the box of money that he didn't notice him. He said he was stupid, pointed to the box and looked at him suspiciously.

Shen Qinghe glanced at the box and said casually: "Madam manages well, so I will keep these for Madam. If my husband fails to manage well someday, I will have to rely on Madam for help."

Those who do business often walk by the river, so how can they not get their shoes wet? Although Jingzhu has never done business, she still understands the truth.

So there was no doubt about Shen Qinghe's statement at all, just assuming that he was sincere and keeping an extra hand, he seriously put away the box for him.

Little did he know that Shen Qinghe bought such a box just to make her feel at ease, seeing her hiding the box everywhere like a treasure, the man immediately collapsed on the couch lazily, his eyes full of amused and interesting.

How should I explain to my wife that even if the emperor falls, her husband will not go bankrupt?

The two have been married for some time, the flowers in the yard are blooming, and the only apricot tree is also full of green.

She didn't notice it on the day she got married, but only the next day did she find out that there were a lot of flowers planted in the yard, and they were all her favorite flowers.

All the servants in the yard said that the flowers in the mansion were planted several years ago, and they have been taken care of by special masters.

Now it is summer, and there are no apricot blossoms, only the green branches and leaves of the trees, and the light spots pouring down through the shaded branches.

At that time, Shen Qinghe was pulling her to paint, and there was an imperial concubine couch among the flowers and potted plants all over the yard, and Jingzhu was lying sideways on it, surrounded by white and pink flower balls.

Shen Qinghe painted opposite her, bringing her and her surroundings into his painting scroll, vivid and lifelike.

After the painting was finished, Shen Qinghe invited someone to appreciate it and was praised, but he was not happy about it, he just hugged her and said: "No matter how beautiful the person in the painting is, it will never be one ten thousandth as good as you outside the painting."

The two have been married for some time, and Jingzhu has already gotten used to his affectionate talk from time to time, but occasionally her cheeks will blush because of it. She pointed to Qirui who was competing in the yard and said: "I didn't expect that my husband is also a lover of flowers." people."

But Shen Qinghe said: "It's not about loving flowers, it's just about loving people among flowers."

Jingzhu looked at him suspiciously, Shen Qinghe got up immediately, and led the man to the apricot blossom tree in the yard. A small shovel was placed beside it. Shen Qinghe took the shovel and dug at a place under the tree. up.

Jingzhu didn't know what he was going to do, she just stood aside and watched him move. Soon, a hole was dug under the tree, and Shen Qinghe took out a red-sealed wine jar from the hole.

"This is... wine?" Jing Zhu approached, and took a look at the mud-stained wine jar.

"Well, come." Shen Qinghe threw away the shovel, took the wine jar in one hand, and led the people to the stone pavilion in the yard with the other.

"This is apricot blossom wine." He said.

When the altar was opened and the seal was unsealed, a strong aroma of wine wafted out immediately, even Jingzhu, who was not good at drinking, was attracted by this aroma and wanted to have a cup.

Shen Qinghe poured a cup for her, and then said: "Do you still remember what I told you before we got married that I met you many times?"

Jingzhu naturally remembered that she cared more about it before, but after getting married and staying with him every day, she forgot about it.

"This wine is what I buried under the tree when I first met you."

Shen Qinghe poured himself a cup, then drank it down in one gulp, and said slowly to Jingzhu.

Before throwing himself into the River of Rebirth, he left memories of her and himself, but Zhao Zhao is just a mortal, even with his blessing, the possibility of leaving memories is very slim.

He knew where she was born, but he couldn't get close to her immediately because of his secular status.

So he waited for her to grow up slowly, and the first time he saw her was when she and her mother went to Foshan to worship Buddha.

There is such a beautiful garden in his yard on Foshan. He was sitting on a banyan tree, looking at her from below, and she was wearing a white dress, spinning happily in a sea of ​​pink and white flowers.

She was very different from her previous life. She was never so healthy and happy in her previous life. Even her gentle smile revealed a fragility that could make one's heart die at any time.

He knew that she didn't remember him at all now, so he didn't bother her rashly. At that time, he thought, as long as she was safe and happy, it seemed that it was no longer important whether she could remember him.

That night, when he returned to the mansion, he drank himself a lot of wine. He had too much sorrow and worry, even confusion. He didn't know whether he should approach her. If in this life she no longer liked him like the previous life Woolen cloth?

He planted an apricot tree in his yard, and buried a jar of wine, like a sacrifice, but also like looking forward to it.

Every three months, she would go to Foshan to worship Buddha with her mother, and he would often go there too, often hiding in a high place to peek at her. She was also stupid and never noticed him.

It was like this year after year, watching her grow up, and she was about to be married to someone else in time, but he still couldn't help appearing in front of her after all.

During this period, Shen Qinghe did not elaborate with Jingzhu, the memory of the previous life belonged to him alone, and he never thought of trapping her in the previous life, whether she was Jingzhu or Jing Zhao, the only person he loved was her.

After Shen Qinghe silently finished talking about the scene when he saw her for the first time, Jing Zhu suddenly pointed at herself and said, "You've been thinking about me since you were seven years old?"

Shen Qinghe was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyes to look over, and saw that the person who was awake just now was blushing and drunk.

Shen Qinghe frowned, this wine was too strong, not suitable for her to drink.

Just about to pick him up and carry him back to the room, Jingzhu suddenly stood up and sat on him.

Fearing that she would fall, Shen Qinghe subconsciously hugged her waist tightly.

The drunken man tightly hugged his head to keep him from shaking it, Shen Qinghe only felt that one head was bigger than two, he didn't shake it at all!

"You're drunk! I'll take you to rest." Shen Qinghe said.

Jing Zhu patted his hand away and said, "I'm not drunk, I'm just too sober."

It was rare for Shen Qinghe not to understand what she meant, but it seemed that he didn't need to understand, because the person in his arms kissed him proactively for the first time, first kissed him, and then licked him like a kitten.

Shen Qinghe froze, completely lost his movements, just hugged her and let her do whatever he wanted.

Jingzhu kissed him clumsily, and finally hugged his neck tightly and said, "Thank you husband, you must be tired after liking me for so long, right?"

Shen Qinghe just wanted to say that he was not tired, but he had never felt tired before.

A warm drop of water suddenly fell on his face, he froze all over, looked at her nervously, but found that she was smiling, the soft smile seemed to overlap with the shadow in the long memory.

She stretched out her fingertips and gently stroked his face, her voice choked with joy, "I'll change Zhaozhao to like you from now on, okay? Husband."

Shen Qinghe's pupils narrowed slightly, as if he couldn't believe it, he called again in a daze, "Zhao Zhao?"

Jing Zhao leaned over his heart, listened to the rapid and powerful beating in the chest under the ear, and slowly responded, "Well, it's me, Shen Lang."

*

The imperial power changed, the Suiyang Dynasty collapsed, the new emperor Ouyang came to power, the status of the aristocratic family was still deeply rooted, the capital of Luoyang was still prosperous.

Xiangliu's theory of gods and ghosts was loved by people at the time, but when it comes to strange stories, it is "Zhaoyouji" that has recently swept all major bookstores.

The book contains all kinds of geography in the world, and even the theory of gods and ghosts, all of which are so wonderful that people can forget about themselves after reading it, and eagerly want to go to the place mentioned in the book and experience it personally.

The author of the book was signed by Shen Jing, so most people guessed that the person who read the book was a man, and some even guessed that it was an old man with rich knowledge. It's two people.

"I remember that when they came to my store to hand over the books, there were two people wearing a fence. One was tall and the other was petite and intimate. They were probably a loving couple." —Bookstore owner.

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